EcStatic Motion
(cupcakes waiting to be served in the kitchen where the maid has fallen asleep because there was too much pepper in the air and too little salt in the soup she was preparing. - I'm going to the butcher boy and I'll be getting also salt and pepper, sir! A door got slammed and four table spoons have fallen down a pile of dishes. The guests had no idea about what was going on into the kitchen: a cupcake jumped off the great tray and started dancing among the cups of tea. The little coffee table thought that shaking its brand new polish would cause a miracle; and a miracle did happen: coffee started pouring itself in the three cups that were very well prepared there to receive more liquid darkness.)
- Would you care for some honey for your tea?
- Sounds Delightful, dear.
- I'd like some more sugar, please, declared Michael his mouth full of cookies.
- Are you out of your Unicorn?
- I thought I earned that, Michael whined.
- You had enough of there for now, the past three minutes!
- Whose K are you? he mumbled sweetly.
When I listen to the voice of Love
I can hear hate fall down and break
It crushes under the strength of your spirit
And I become alive again.
Your dance is sweet,
becoming brilliant;
those feet of yours make things move well for me
and this entire mechanism,
enchanted by the beauty of your spirit
awakes all passions that I love
Inside this corpse:
my personal human building.
I get to fell and think myself alive and well
once more.
- Isn't it Great?
- Sounds most delightful, almost too perfect
to be real...
Yet this new filmstrip is happening!
I need that awful pride of mine
to force me out of this ill shell
Along with everything I am
that makes me be the Lying Beauty
that I am!
With all my heart's strong beats
I call back
my sometimes cruel
all-knowing feelings;
~ my wishes and my crazy plans ~
on
T.Hera
I need to breathe, I need to care, i need to dream and never stop
believing in My fairy tale!
Trust me, you wouldn't call this life of mine
enchanted by the story of a good and very kind
magical fairy.
Again, I need to give myself a chance
to blow it
and create another miracle.
Perhaps this time I'll be much more than the nothing I felt that I've become;
perhaps a new mistake will offer
what is needed into the world
and for my soul
to be able to suffer this defeat
with a lot more dignity
than I got to catch
a feel
...
Now, the perspective on this one
Appears to be real.
How sorrow helped? I do not know.
It felt like getting off my chest some hard to take opinions;
it felt like liberating pain,
through tears regrets got washed away
and found their places to grow moss and lichen;
for a new life must find its peaks and rock where to begin with.
Creating comforting new threads
those hated worms inside our brains got out there;
Now they're dressing-up the world
Making themselves so God damn useful!
I love them!
Up for some fun,
You can go too around the world
and watch the sky full of its clouds and moons and stars
just do not look into the sun,
It's heart-breaking.
Another heart that's close to me...
How sorry helped?
I do not know
(Yet...)
